“Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb.”
“It's the music that pulls me in and makes me forget about my problems at home. Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb.”
“The idea—the fact of it, the fact that he even noticed and thought about me for more than one second—is huge and overwhelming, makes my legs go tingly and my hands feel numb.”
“To me, love was a drug. Jett was my drug.”
“Because I'm not, in fact, depressed, Prozac makes me manic and numb - one of the reasons I slice my arm in the first place is that I'm coked to the gills on something utterly wrong for what I have.”
“My boredom with everything has numbed me.”